Tonight the stars stopped shining,
In honor of your name.
The birds have stopped their singing,
In rememberance of your pain.
They hold a banner in the clouds,
Stained with all our tears.
The echoes of our calls aloud,
Drift for all to hear.
26 is much too young,
Too young for you to die.
The words you spoke, like songs sung,
Are always in my mind.
Rest in piece, my dear sister,
And may we never forget,
Since I was born, until your end,
The fond memories left.
R.I.P KRISTY LYNN- MAY 31, 2008